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The Darkness of Death
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The Darkness of Death |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Black silk with smoky smell Acrid tarnishing the hinges of brass, Bound in boxed bondage dwell Betwixt angles and demons cast. Eyes gone as skin drops away In darkness reverting back to dust Naught to feel the warmth of day In the chill of depth in crust. Wood rotted will at last give way Falling in upon the faded bones Up above the ground gains sway Toppling a forgotten name on stone. Gloom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor, Well what did you expect? LOL Good write. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
For some reason Nostradamus knocked... Thank you, Professor! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
See? Good reason to get the cheapest box there is!! Fantastic job Mr. Gloomy!!!  "toss me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
"Black silk with smoky smell Acrid tarnishing the hinges of brass, Bound in boxed bondage dwell Betwixt angles and demons cast." "Eyes gone as skin drops away In darkness reverting back to dust Naught to feel the warmth of day In the chill of depth in crust." (As bleak as this may sound, it's probably warmer underground than on earth some places at least in the winter!) "Wood rotted will at last give way Falling in upon the faded bones Up above the ground gains sway Toppling a forgotten name on stone." (Trying to find some positive here... this reminds me of past walks in the wood when I'd come a fallen tree in process decay. The porousness of the wood was as if the tree had removed its girdle, allowed to breathe. The life and activity upon the dead tree was one in which I felt the urge to study. It was a pleasure to see the interaction. It was if the tree felt more comfortable, not alone. (forgotten name on stone? perhaps, within the timeframe you've chosen. (My Southern family and my kids and I frequent the cemeteries and museums, trying to pull back a part of those who have left. We have genealogy that dates back to the Mayflower and stories to go with many of the ancesters. I'll write one in response to this sometime.) No, I'll never know their favorite foods, or colors or of lost romances, or slight successes. I still wonder if anything transpired between Grandma and Wilbur Wright! So, "perhaps" you're right. Forgotten or "unknown" name on stone. You may have me on that one over a very long period of time Professor. Thought provoking write. Forgive me for taking so much room and time for this response. Your poetry always stirs reflection. Darn it! In all humility (HA), I'll have to say it was an excellent poem. Darn, you're good. Sadie |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Seymour, Actually this is what I expect for my earthly remains Pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you, Sunshine, Glad you liked it, since I sort of wrote it in response to yours, But It is too gruesome to place under the poem you wrote. Thank you, Susan Caldwell, In olden times, there was no box, just a wrap in sturdy cloth, You are kind in your praise. Thank you, Sadelite, Well analyzed, there was a tendency, which I fought to rhyme it to hell But I resisted. The first line is a liberal grab from Sunshine’s poem, To show where it came from, sort of. Forgotten or Unknown, similar ideas But now days most families are not near ancestral places And the tombs in the near by graves are not even the neighbors of life. Time dulls and moves us when we go beyond a few lifetimes. Thanks for taking so much time and thought I appreciate it Gloom |
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Hypatia Junior Member
since 2004-03-22
Posts 18 |
"the silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God's secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death have performed." --Kahlil Gibran Enjoyed.  |
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